Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Denmark and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bronski Beat to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Josef K,
Tears for Fears,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Interpol,
Soft Machine,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Steve Hackett,
Essential Logic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Bizarre Inc.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ralphi Rosario,
Junior Murvin,
Monolake,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Audionom,
Hardrive,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rod Modell,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Slave,
Skarface,
Sugar Minott,
Ken Boothe,
The American Breed,
The Names,
Urselle,
Stereo Dub,
48th St. Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.